Identity is one of the most foundational yet misunderstood areas of our walk with God. Many of us know the verses, can quote the truths, and can repeat what Scripture says about who we are—yet still struggle to believe it in the hidden places of our hearts. For years, I lived in that tension: proclaiming that I was chosen, loved, and redeemed while quietly allowing insecurity and the need for affirmation to tell a different story. But God, in His kindness, began to awaken me to the truth of who He designed me to be—a woman of divine strength, spiritual authority, and intentional design.

In this blog, I share the two identity revelations that transformed my life: understanding myself as Ezer Kenegdo, a strong help made in the likeness of God, and recognizing that in Christ, I stand as a weapon against darkness, not a victim of it. My prayer is that as you read, the Holy Spirit will breathe fresh revelation into your heart and remind you that the truest thing about you is what God Himself has spoken.

As a natural multitasker, I’m used to juggling a lot with grace—so when everything I touched began to feel heavy, I knew something was wrong. My mind was foggy, my capacity shrank, and frustration grew… until the Holy Spirit gently asked, “What was the last instruction?” That moment exposed a truth I had ignored: God had already spoken, but I kept moving according to my own pace. In this blog, I share the tender and challenging ways God revealed I was operating out of season—and how to recognize the same signs in your own life so you can return to alignment, peace, and purpose.

Have you ever wondered if God could truly be enough to satisfy the deepest cravings of your heart? I spent years afraid to even whisper that question—while my life loudly proved that I doubted it. I clung to idols that gave me temporary comfort, knowing they could never truly satisfy me yet choosing them because they were predictable. But when my world collapsed in 2020—when my marriage hung on by a thread and every dream I had felt like it was slipping through my hands—God gently, firmly confronted the truth I had been avoiding: nothing I was running to could hold the weight of my heart.

What began as the most painful season of my life became the sacred place where God dismantled my idols, confronted old wounds, and rebuilt my identity from the inside out. He allowed everything I once depended on to lose its power so I could finally discover the One who is truly enough. In this post, I want to invite you into that journey—into the lessons, the wrestle, and the breakthrough of learning that God alone satisfies, heals, sustains, and restores.

Life has a way of turning ordinary moments into holy lessons—if we slow down long enough to see them. During a simple family vacation to the Bahamas, God used my 6-year-old daughter and an unexpected moment on an ice rink to remind me of a truth I often forget: faith isn’t formed in comfort; it’s cultivated in the stretch. Watching her wobble, steady herself, and eventually skate on her own revealed a deeper spiritual reality—growth happens when we keep moving forward, even when we feel unsure. In today’s blog, I want to share how her courage became a mirror for my walk with God and how perseverance becomes the birthplace of unwavering faith.